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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	end_n	life_n	put_v	4,097	5	4.7885	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25742	Order and disorder, or, The world made and undone being meditations upon the creation and the fall : as it is recorded in the beginning of Genesis.	Apsley, Allen, Sir, 1616-1683.	1679 (1679)	Wing A3594; ESTC R31266	45,515	85

we all our actions regulate Which heaven both first and last should terminate And in whatever circle else they run There should they end there should they be begun There seek their pattern and derive from thence Their whole direction and their influence As when th' Almighty this low world did frame Life by degrees to its perfection came In Vegetation first sprung up to sense Ascended next and climb'd to reason thence So we pursuing our attainments should Press forward from what 's positively good Still climbing higher until we reach the best And that acquir'd for ever fix our rest Our souls so ravisht with the joys divine That they no more to creatures can decline As Gods Rest was but a more high retreat From the delights of this inferiour seat So must our souls upon our Sabbaths climb Above the world sequestred for that time From those legitimate delights which may Rejoyce us here upon a common day As God his works compleated did retire To be ador'd by the Angelick Quire So when on us the seventh days light doth shine Should we our selves to Gods assemblies joyn Thither all hearts as one pure offring bring And all with one accord adore our King This seventh day the Lord to mankind gave Nor is it the least priviledge we have And ours peculiarly The Orbs above Aswell the seventh as the sixth day move The rain descends and the fierce tempest blows On it the restless Ocean ebbs and flows Bees that day fill the hive and on that day Ants their provisions in their store-house lay All creatures plie their works no beast But those which mankind use share in that rest Which God indulg'd only to humane race That they in it might come before his face To celebrate his worship and his praise And gain a blessing upon all their days O wretched souls of perverse men who slight So great a grace refuse such rich delight Which the inferiour creatures cannot share To which alone their natures fitted are And whereby favour'd men admitted be Into the angels blest societle Yet is this Rest but a far distant view Of that celestial life which we pursue By Satan oft so interrupted here That little of its glory doth appear Nor can our souls sick languid appetite Feast upon such substantial strong delight As musick pains the grieved aking head With which the healthful sense is sweetly fed So duties wherein sound hearts full joys find Fetters and sad loads are to a sick mind Till it thereto by force it self mure And from a loathing fall to love its cure God for his worship kept one day of seven The other six to man for mans use given Adam although so highly dignified Was not to spend in idle ease and pride Nor supine sleep drunk with his sensual pleasures Profusely wasting th' Empires sacred treasures As now his faln sons do that arrogate His forfeited dominion and high state But God his dayly Business did ordain That Kings hence taught might in their Realms maintain Fair order serving those whom they command As guardians not as owners of the land Not being set there to pluck up and destroy Those plants whose culture should their cares employ Nor doth this precept only Kings comprize The meanest must his little paradise With no less vigilance and care attend Than Princes on their vast enclosures spend All hence must learn their duty to suppress Th' intrusions of a sordid idleness Who form'd could have preserv'd the garden fair Without th' employment of mans busie care But that he will'd that our delight should be The wages of our constant industrie That we his ever bounteous hand might bless Crowning our honest labours with success And tast the joy men reap in their own fruit Loving that more to which they contribute Either the labour of their hands or brains Than better things produc'd by others pains Led by desire fed with fair hope the fruit Oft-times delights not more than the pursuit For man a nature hath to action prone That languishes and sickens finding none As standing pools corrupt water that flows More pure by its continual current grows So humane kind by active exercise Do to the heights of their perfection rise While their stock'd glory comes to no ripe growth Whose lives corrupt in idleness and sloth Which is not natural but a disease That doth upon the flesh-cloy'd spirit seize Where health untainted is then the sound mind In its employment doth its pleasure find But when death or its representer sleep Upon the mortals tired members creep This during its dull reign doth life suspend That ceasing action puts it to an end Lastly since God himself did man employ To dress up Paradise that moderate joy Which from this fair creation we derive Is not our sin but our prerogative If bounded so as we fix not our rest In creatures which but transient are at best Yet 't is sin to neglect not use or prize As well as 't is to wast and idolize Canto IV. GOod were all natures as God made them all Good was his Will permitting some to fall That th' rest renouncing their frail strength might stand Humble and firm in his supporting hand His wisdome and omnipotence might own When his Foes power and craft is overthrown Seeing his hate of sin might thence confess His pure innate and perfect Holiness And that the glory of his Justice might In the Rebels torturing flames seem bright That th' ever bless'd Redeemer might take place To illustrate his rich mercy and free grace Whereby he fallen sinners doth restore To fuller bliss than they enjoy'd before That Vertue might in its clear brightness shine Which like rich ore concealed in the mine Had not been known but that opposing vice Illustrates it by frequent exercise If all were good whence then arose the ill 'T was not in Gods but in the creatures will Averting from that good which is supream Corrupted so as a declining stream That breaks off its communion with its head By whom its life and sweetness late were fed Turns to a noisome dead and poysonous Lake Infecting all who the foul waters take Or as a Branch cut from the living Tree Passes into contempt immediately And dies divided from its glorious stock So strength disjoyned from the living rock Turns to contemned imbecillity And doth to all its grace and glory die Some new-made Angels thus not more sublime In nature than transcending in their crime Quitting th' eternal fountain of their light Became the first-born sons of woe and night Princes of Darkness and the sad Abysse Which now their cursed place and portion is Where they no more must fee Gods glorious face Nor ever taste of his refreshing grace But in the fire of his fierce anger dwell Which though it burns enlightens

womankind Eve sin'd in fruit forbid and God requires Her pennance in the fruit of her desires When first to men their inclinations move How are they tortur'd with distracting love What disappointments find they in the end Constant uneasinesses which attend The best condition of the wedded state Giving all wives sense of the curses weight Which makes them ease and liberty refuse And with strong passion their own shackles chuse Now though they easier under wise rule prove And every burthen is made light by love Yet golden fetters soft lin'd yoaks still be Though gentler ourbs but curbs of liberty As well as the harsh tyrants iron yoak More sorely galling them whom they provoke To loath their bondage and despise the rule Of an unmanly fickle froward fool Whate're the husbands be they covet fruit And their own wishes to their sorrows contribute How painfully the fruit within them grows What tortures do their ripened births disclose How great how various how uneasie are The breeding sicknesses pangs that prepare The violent openings of lifes narrow door Whose fatal issues we as oft deplore What weaknesses what languishments ensue Scattering dead Lillies where fresh Roses grew What broken rest afflicts the careful nurse Extending to the breasts the mothers curse Which ceases not when there her milk she dries The froward child draws new streams from her eyes How much more bitter anguish do we find Labouring to raise up vertue in the mind Then when the members in our bowels grew What sad abortions what cross births ensue What monsters what unnatural vipers come Eating their passage through their parents womb How are the tortures of their births renew'd Unrecompenc'd with love and gratitude Even the good who would our cares requite Would be our crowns joys pillars and delight Affect us yet with other griefs and fears Opening the sluces of our ne're dried tears Death danger sickness losses all the ill That on the children falls the mothers feel Repeating with worse pangs the pangs that bore Them into life and though some may have more Of sweet and gentle mixture some of worse Yet every mothers cup tasts of the curse And when the heavy load her faint heart tires Makes her too oft repent her fond desires Now last of all as Adam last had been Drawn into the prevaricating sin His sentence came Because that thou didst yield Said God to thy enticing wife The field Producing briars and fruitless thorns to thee Accursed for thy sake and sins shall be Thy careful brows in constant toyls shall sweat Thus thou thy bread shalt all thy whole life eat Till thou return into the earths vast womb Whence taken first thou didst a man become For dust thou art and dust again shalt be When lifes declining spark goes out in thee In all these Sentences we strangely find Gods admirable love to lost mankind Who though he never will his word recal Or let his threats like shafts at randome fall Yet can his Wisdome order curses so That blessings may out of their bowels flow Thus death the door of lasting life became Dissolving nature to rebuild her frame On such a sure foundation as shall break All the attempts Hells cursed Empire make Thus God reveng'd mans quarrel on his foe To whom th' Almighty would no mercy show Making his reign his respite and success All augmentations of his cursedness Thus gave he us a powerful Chief and Head By whom we shall be out of bondage led And made the penalties of our offence Precepts and rules of new obedience Fitted in all things to our fallen State Under sweet promises that ease their weight Our first injunction is to hate and flie The flatteries of our first grand enemy To have no friendship with his cursed race The int'rest of the opposite seed t' embrace Where though we toyl in fights tho' bruis'd we be Yet shall our combate end in victory Eternal glory healing our slight wound When all our labours are with triumph crown'd The next command is mothers should maintain Posterity not frighted with the pain Which tho' it make us mourn under the sense Of the first mothers disobedience Yet hath a promise that thereby she shall Recover all the hurt of her first fall When in mysterious manner from her womb Her father brother husband son shall come Subjection to the husband's rule enjoyn'd In the next place that yoak with love is lin'd Love too a precept made where God requires We should perform our duties with desires And promises t' encline our averse will Whose satisfaction takes away the ill Of every toyl and every suffering That can from unenforc'd submission spring The last command God with mans curse did give Was that men should in honest callings live Eating their own bread fruit of their own sweat Nor feed like drones on that which others get And this command a promise doth implie That bread should recompence our industry One mercy more his sentence did include That mortal toyls faintings and lassitude Should not beyond deaths fixed bound extend But there in everlasting quiet end When men out of the troubled air depart And to their first material dust revert The utmost power that death or woe can have Is but to shut us pris'ners in the grave Bruising the flesh that heel whereon we tread But we shall trample on the serpents head Our scatter'd atoms shall again condense And be again inspir'd with living sense Captivity shall then a captive be Death shall be swallow'd up in victory And God shall man to Paradise restore Where the foul tempter shall seduce no more How far our parents whose sad eyes were fixt On woe and terror saw the mercy mixt We can but make a wild uncertain guess As we are now affected in distress Who less regard the mitigation still Than the slight smart of our afflicting ill And while we groan under the hated yoak Our gratitude for its soft lining choak But God having th' amazed sinners doom'd Put off the Judges frown and reassum'd A tender fathers kind and melting face Opening his gracious arms for new embrace Taught them to expiate their heinous guilt By spotless sacrifice and pure blood spilt Which done in faith did their faint hearts sustain Till the intended lamb of God was slain Whose death whose merit and whose innocence The forfeit paid and blotted out th' offence The skins of the slain beasts God vestures made Wherein the naked sinners were array'd Not without mystery which typifi'd That righteousness that doth our foul shame hide As when a rotting patient must endure Painful excisions to effect his cure His spirits we with cordials fortifie Lest unsupported he should faint and die So